Dream a Little Dream

She laid sprawled on the couch
A heap of fat
Sleeping
Her hatred a halo around her
Dark hair pooling over white pillows
A white blanket
Draped desperately

So clean
The blanket
The pillow

So black
The soul
The heart

Suddenly my friend jumped
Muddy boots from hiking
On top of the heap
Walking all over the blanket
Dirty footprints EVERYWHERE

Purity soiled
Chastity
Who are we kidding

My friend laughed
Rejoicing
Stomping her muddy foot prints all over

Until the heap moved
Trying to give chase
But became entangled in the white blanket

I have nothing to say

I have nothing to say 
That could sway you
I have nothing to say
You are able to hear
I have nothing to say
That would touch you
I have nothing to say
You could understand

You have nothing to hear 
But your hatred
You have nothing to hear
But your spite
You have nothing to hear 
But your darkness
You have nothing hear
That would give you respite

For years I try to find words
For years I try to understand
For years I try to empathize
But all I can speak of is darkness
But all that I can grasp his vile
But all I can feel is evil projectile vomiting of hate

When have you gotten so lost?

Where is your life at?

In your heart
In your mind
In your soul
No sun ever reaches
No smile ever breaches
No warmth ever teaches
You love
Feeling
Empathy
You always hate
Just hate
Just petiness
Just anger
Just spite
You are lost in perpetual darkness
And you are too scared to come into the light

Outer Hebrides

The last two weeks were spend camping in the Outer Hebrides in Scotland. Whilst kayaking and walking there were many moments for reflections and insights, I am going to share in poetry and blog form. I am also really excited to share some of my experiments with you. Working with the environment we were in, I created a ‘Washed Away’ mini-series around themes that follow abuse, such as shame, and fear. And another one focusing on taking a closer look. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy the images and sounds, and laugh, cry and think with me as usual.